fun stuff--

I'm going to lobby for a salmon bowhunting season. Flu-flus so it can't ricochet far, and one and done per day.  Thin the crowds out. No tangles, no giant snarls of mono, salmon  are run or done. How about Sat. anything goes? The rest of the week lifting is a 5,000 buck fine .  Marbles allowed , no trebles.  On the other side of the coin- Spey play is limited to Wed. morning. You can froth your 50 yds of river to your heart's content without whackin some poor kid with your telephone pole. After all, it's like that old BK commercial- a  Whopper takes two hands....

Holy crap. Awesome stories. I wish I lived close. I would spend days trying to raise an early King before the temps turn...

Years ago there was a guy we called Steelhead Bob because after I put him on his first steelhead he became an instant expert.
Really a very nice guy just liked to talk alot.

One day I have him fishing the tail of the upper clay right under the sycamore.
He used to wear a cowboy hat which limited his vision both to the side and in front and above.
An osprey landed in the tree out of his vision.
After about 1/2 hour it plummets straight down hitting 8-10 feet in front of him, grabbing a steelhead around 8 lbs.
He stumbles backwards to the bank totally shaken.
GOOD TIMES!

Now the rest of the story.
The osprey tried to fly but everytime it got the fish almost free of the surface the fish would dive pulling it back to the water. This went on for about ten minutes until the osprey figured out it could get a fish that big out and up.
It then used its wings like oars and swam down and to the north bank and was dragging it to the bank,still not having an easy time of it, when Fran Verdaliva, who was bringing 2 clients,he was still guiding back then, up the trail forcing the osprey to finally give up the meal and fly to safety.
Always hoped the fish survived but with those talons in it that long makes me feel it ended as a lose lose.

Two old guys talking to each other.
I'll wait for a few more people to post before I waste my time typing anymore.

Heading to the docs to find out where my healing stands the off to Skaneateles.

ORIGINAL: uglyfish

Years ago when things were bad, the years I like to refer to as the dark years "snagging that is". It was one of my first trips to the river and I stopped by the tressle to watch the circus for a bit. Of coarse people were lined up elbow to elbow both side of te river and two guys hook each others lines from the oposite side of the river. One guy reels it in to untangle the line at this time a group of fish enter the hole, the guy waiting to have is line untangled couldn't pass up the fish yanks the line setting the hook in the other guys hand and pulling him into the water as he went under and this pole went down the river.

Sounds about normal for those days.I witnessed a brawl where some got beat up pretty bad.

Yep , same Trestle hook and jerk  80's circus act for me- the last time I went sharkin' before this year.  The  incident  I watched ended in a major fight. The hookee actually waded across and went for the throat. He moved pretty good for a guy with a  chunk of lead and a hook in his leg. The hooker ended up worse. Good thing was  I think they were both feeling no pain to begin with...  I got one on a sack on a heavy bass/light salt spin rig with 15# in the Town Pool. Guy next to me had a noodle rod and a Mitchell 308. That was their  lower end ultralight. Having fished  one  when I was a kid, I asked the guy, isn't that a little light for these?  He said the rod would take all the punishment. Well, he hooked one  where it didn't really like it and  it took off up under the bridge and out the other side over 5 or 6 guys lines. That reel sounded like a cheap chinese blender. It started smoking and the spool blew off in pieces. I was going to ask him how the rod was working, but I kept my mouth shut. I wasn't always brain dead.
 
Charlie

Funny thing :
I have never in 31 years on the SR been to the Trestle hole When the circus is in town..

Really there is so much steelhead water I do not fish until full fall is upon us .. Crazy huh ?

enterainment at it's finest better then watching tv grab a chair and a beer and let the show begin.

Friend moved ta Maine coupla years ago- says he will ALWAYS be the 'new guy ' and never be completly accepted cause he's an ' outsider'. Told him really dont know too many folks up at my place in Richland and his reply was -'dont worry --they all know you", "they always know all bout the  outsider".
     Case in point-- Neighbor told me how I was known to have shot  real big bucks out backa my place. Told him all the deer had left my area for the past 3 yrs ina row just before the season and that I hadnt even shot a little one since I been up there. Get my Deer in Ct.
  He  refused to believe it and continued to insist I had been shooting big ones since I got there.
  Guess the Deer numbers must be down and they gotta blame somebody.
  Thinkin bout bringing coupla nice CT. racks up there and nailing them to the shed where ya can seeum from the road. The myth must continue----
 

Got some great pictures here at home UGLY- only problem is that my hair aint the same  color any more on most of them- also might tip my hand a bit if iImake one up big enough for them to see while driving past. Horns on the shed will have the desired impact - ( probably get burned out).

Still cant believe he stood right in front of me basically callin me the L word for not fessin up to big bucks.
   Wasnt sharp or quick enough  that day--next time gonna fess up to how there were never so many huge 5 1/2 year old 10 points gathered up so tight like that  any place else in the whole state till I killed em all.
   Then gonna say I'm not a horn guy and just leftem layin in the woods with the bones an gut pile.